Nutt brings in Masoli: Southern Baptists revolt!

The Ole Miss rebels added Oregon’s black-balled QB, Masoli, to their roster officially.  Predictably, the message boards are rife with indignant football fans demanding an explanation for this moral outrage.  Really?  Can this possibly mean that there exists a faction of CFB fans who, despite the scope of the new TV deals and sky-rocketing salaries, believe there remains a place for moral conservatism in this game?

If so, we’ve got a word for you:  Idiot.  there’s better adjectives out there, like obtuse, vapid etc…, but we cater to our audience!

First, SI has a fairly in-depth piece that suggests that Masoli may not be as bad of a guy as we think he is.  Second, if Ole Miss goes 8-4 with that roster, Houston Nutt saves his 2+ milly-per-year gig in the Grove.  Think about it flock, what would you do to keep a job that paid a couple of million bucks?

If candor is among your traits- admittedly doubtful if you’re reading this post-you know you’d do a whole lot worse than play a QB busted for poaching a lap top from some rich frat-boy with a J. Crew sweater draperd over his narrow shoulders and later thrown off his former team for smoking a little tree.  

The question you should be asking yourselves, flock, is what wouldn’t you do to keep your $2 milly-per gig.  Short of sexual deviance or violent felonies is there anything?

We can say with certainty that the SNL-crew would do at least the following:

1.  Dine with Whitney Houston, Brigitte Nielson, and Lindsey Lohan (this assumes that all three order an appetizer of illicit prescription drugs).

2.  Take one of  OJ’s ex’s to dinner.

3.  Watch 2 episodes of the Jersey Shore.

4.  Vote for Obama, again!

5.  Lose a public race to Albert Haynesworth.

6.  Attend a weekend retreat with members of the most dangerous gang of narcissistic, amoral, lying thugs in the world, the U.S. Congress. 

You get the point?  This is big-boy football with big-boy money.  Ergo, your high-minded, white-gloved sanctimony, whether feigned or real, is wasted in the world of CFB.  Bye the bye, the players on your favorite team would just as soon kick you’re a** and make out with your girlfriend if ran into them at da’ club, Playa’, so put a sock in it.